4 Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted Head.

Made like Him, like Him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 5 King of glory, Soul of bliss, Everlasting life is this,

Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love.

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2 He is gone: towards their goal
World and church must onward roll;
Far behind we leave the past,
Forward are our glances cast;
Still His words before us range
Through the ages as they change;
Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead,
He will give whate'er we need.

3 He is gone; but we once more
Shall behold Him as before,

In the heaven of heavens the same,

In the many mansions there,
Place for us He will prepare;
In that world unseen, unknown,
He and we may yet be one.

4 He is gone; but not in vain,
Wait until He comes again.
He is risen, He is not here,
Far above this earthly sphere,
Evermore in heart and mind
There our peace in Him we find;
To our own eternal friend,

Thitherward let us ascend.

A. P. Stanley, 1863